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appalled I have to stop in a restroom and

throw up.

I return the items I stole from

Sarah, write her a sorry note which I

drop in her lap, and make my way back

to Mrs. Gregory’s, but not before I slip

an envelope in Mrs. Finch’s mailbox.

I pace the small living room that is

over-cluttered with furniture. Mrs. G sits

in her rocking chair, humming, and